March 24, 2005 – On the first Monday of the month Jo Ann and I had planned to attend the spring concert of the Bruce Schools Choirs directed by Miss Kim Parker.
We were dressed and ready when an untimely cloudburst almost dissuaded us, but it let up just before seven, and we headed for the back door of the auditorium where Principal Rickie Vaughn had told us there would be an open door to accommodate my walker and me.
We walked in water for a few steps that covered the heels of my shoes and the rubber tips of the walker, but arrived in the auditorium high and dry just as the program was about to commence.
It would have been a shame to miss any of the first part of the program, which was the sixth grade Bucket Band-- more than 40 youngsters equipped with ten-gallon plastic buckets and drumsticks. What they lacked in rhythm and harmony, they more than made up for with enthusiasm and energy. For the ovation, they all stood on their buckets and took a bow.
Fortunately there were no casualties or near spills.
A Pontotoc fiddler, Joseph Austin, who we enjoyed the previous Saturday night at the Bollinger Family Theatre, (especially in his rendition of the Orange Blossom Special) accompanied the Bruce Upper Elementary Choir on two of their five numbers, including “Thank God I’m A Country Boy.”
Then there was the 7th and 8th grade ensemble, the Madrigals, the women’s choir and finally, the concert choir with choral and gospel numbers.
We felt that Austin and his fiddle had made a real contribution to the Bollinger show, and it was certainly an interesting addition to the choral program.
The auditorium was comfortably full, and except for the weather, it probably would have been overflowing.
•Some of the medication I am taking in conjunction with dialysis leaves me with a dry mouth and lips, therefore, there is usually a glass of ice water or ice on my nightstand.
Also developing a penchant for iced water in her bowl has been our vintage housecat P. K. She sometimes gets up in the middle of the night, goes to her bowl and finding the water tepid or at house temperature, comes back to the bedroom and demands that Jo Ann replenish the ice.
Most recently she has discovered my ice water and has been caught several times lapping out of it if the water level was high enough. Jo Ann got styrofoam cups so the water would stay cold all night. P. K. investigated this several times.
On a recent night, I caught her. Fortunately the cup was empty and she jammed her head in as far as she could and finding nothing, tried to pull her head out. It didn’t come out. She was stuck and fitfully jumped back on the bed, tossing her head from side to side until the cup flew off on the floor.
We thought it was terribly funny. However, it was not so funny several days later when there was indeed some water left in the bottom. We discovered a wet spot on my side of the bed and in the middle of the bed was the upturned cup and another big water spot.
I’m not sure Jo Ann believed my version of the story until she felt the top of P.K.’s head, which was as wet as the bed.
•A new pleasure for us in driving to Tupelo along Highway 6, is watching the progress of the new Sanctuary Hospice House. It is in the northeast corner of the white fence encompassing Hancock Farms.
Several months ago Nancy Collins of Tupelo invited me to serve on the regional board to build and operate the facility. I wasn’t sure who she was until she explained that her father was the late Roy C. Adams, who served a number of years as highway commissioner.
Then I knew her. “I have seen and heard you on a political platform with your father,” I said, before agreeing to serve on the board.
We are proud of the facility that will provide care for terminally ill patients in northeast Mississippi. It all began when Mrs. Collins and others convinced Congressman Roger Wicker of the need, and he enlisted the help of Congressman Chip Pickering and Senators Trent Lott and Thad Cochran.
The facility is now within a few months of being completed and certainly will be beneficial to a lot of patients and their families in the area.